Yes, and I might add that presuming to speak for a group of which you are not a member indicates both a massive ego and a reality-check problem. For example, Mrs. Patton telling us all what it is men want.
Can't we compromise by using the old-style gowns for the bedridden and incontinent, and the new style for everyone else?
the asshole look is timeless.
Maybe she'll have better luck in her next sorority, Delta Delta Unhireable.
dag. Gabby!
But you know, I thought she was going to vault up to the second floor and go in through a window or something.
It's not the size of the leaf that counts: it's the rate of carbon fixation.
Patented Slut Detectors.
"I could look at any one of you in the eyes right now and tell if you're going to be promiscuous."
I think Katie's privilege as a bag of organic arugula is really showing here, and I'm so sorry that Jez has minimized your experience for their own gain.
You know, this is a bit off topic, but I'm a bag of whole leaf dulse.